John Boyle O'Reilly

(28 June 1844 - 10 August 1890 / Dowth Castle, County Meath)

John Boyle O'Reilly Poems

41. The King Of The Vasse 5/21/2012
42. The Dog Guard: An Australian Story 5/21/2012
43. Inscription To Western Australia 5/21/2012
44. The Useless Ones 5/20/2012
45. Western Australia 5/20/2012
46. Night Thoughts 1 5/20/2012
47. Night Poetry 2 5/20/2012
48. My Troubles 5/20/2012
49. The Pilgrim's Fathers 5/20/2012
50. To-Day 5/20/2012
51. To A.S. On His Daughter's Wedding 5/20/2012
52. From The Heights 5/20/2012
53. Poet And Lord 5/20/2012
54. Written Under A Portrait Of Keats 5/20/2012
55. Trust 5/20/2012
56. The Press Evangel 5/20/2012
57. Under The River 5/20/2012
58. Spring Flowers 5/20/2012
59. Songs That Are Not Sung 5/20/2012
60. To My Dear Old Friend, Mr. A. Shuman 5/20/2012
61. Life Is A Confluence 5/20/2012
62. The Temple Of Friendship 5/20/2012
63. Waiting 5/20/2012
64. Wendell Phillips 5/20/2012
65. An Art Message 5/20/2012
66. Conscience 5/20/2012
67. Dying In Harness 5/21/2012
68. Bone And Sinew And Brain 5/21/2012
69. Chunder Ali’s Wife 5/21/2012
70. Dolores 5/21/2012
71. Destiny 5/21/2012
72. The Dead Who Died For Ireland 5/20/2012
73. The Monster Diamond 5/21/2012
74. The Poison-Flower 5/21/2012
75. The Feast Of The Gael 5/21/2012
76. Peace And Pain 5/21/2012
77. The Three Queens 5/21/2012
78. Prometheus - Christ 5/21/2012
79. Unspoken Words 5/20/2012
80. The Dukite Snake 5/20/2012

Comments about John Boyle O'Reilly

  • NEAL 251 (6/17/2005 8:10:00 AM)

    I LIKE JOHN BOYLE OREILLY. HE IS NOT THE GREATEST POET. HE WAS A RENAISANCE MAN. HE WAS A SOLDIER, A WRITER, A REVOLUTIONARY AND OBVIOUSLY A ROMANTIC. THE POEM I LIKE BEST IS A WHITE ROSE. HE KIND OF REMINDS ME OF ME. I LIKE TO READ AND LOVE ART LOVE MUSIC BUT I AM AN ATHLETE, A SOLDIER AND A FIREARMS ENTHUSIAST BUT A ROMANTIC AS WELL.

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Best Poem of John Boyle O'Reilly

A White Rose

THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips

Read the full of A White Rose

Experience

THE world was made when a man was born,
He must taste for himself the forbidden springs;
He can never take warning from old-fashion'd things;
He must fight as a boy, he must drink as a youth,
Of the friend of his soul; he must laugh to scorn
The hints of deceit in a woman's eyes--
They are clear as the wells of Paradise.

And so he goes on till the world grows old,

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